So Wrong, Yet So Right 3/?
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April 9 2013, 22:31:20 UTC
“Only because you asked so nicely,” John said with a pleased smile as he moved his other hand around behind her. Sliding two fingers up into her, he grasped the vibrator still squirming around inside of her and pulled it out with a soft squelch, turning it off with the remote he had brought with him before tossing it aside.
Jane felt her heart soar with excitement as her brother teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, sliding the tip up and down her slit as the water rushed over them. Then, pushing gently, he was sliding inside of her, forcing her slick walls apart. His head flew to her mouth to stifle her cries as she convulsed around him, her legs shaking and sending water droplets everywhere.
John set the pace roughly. Fast and hard, he pounded his hips into hers, driving his thick length all the way into her slick folds, always mindful of the noise their hips made when they came together. Jane, for her part, tried to keep strength in her legs as one of John’s hands rubbed at her clit while he thrust himself against her. She was pretty sure she was on her second or third orgasm, with the buildup from their antics before and after dinner, and found it hard to stop her legs from shaking, or her moans from escaping.
Jane could feel another wave approaching, and John was speeding up, trying to avoid smacking their hips together and creating sound, thrusting himself as far as he dared before pulling out until just the tip remained inside of her. Then the water stopped, leaving them cold and steaming, and they froze, hearts pounding.
Jane looked back at her brother, eyes darting as they listened for anything coming from the main room. They heard the faint sounds of some opera floating in through the not-quite-perfect seal on the bathroom door, and some of their tension eased. Their mother was in her room, opera turned up loud while she read whatever smutty romance novel was ‘in’ on the station.
John let go of Jane’s mouth, putting a finger to his lips as he gently tugged her away from the shower wall. She followed him, keeping him inside of her until he pulled away, sliding out of her and leaving her with a disappointing emptiness and an even more aching need for release. She could see him throbbing, his cock shining slick with her juices as he set out the stool and grabbed the soap and a washcloth.
Grabbing her hand, he sat down on the stool in front of her, and pulled her close until she was straddling his hips, standing over him. Pushing her down, Jane lowered herself onto him slowly, her mouth opening in a silent moan as she locked eyes with him. He watched her with equal intensity, and she could feel him throbbing inside of her, stretching her slightly.
She leaned down into him locking their lips together and forcing her tongue into his mouth, something they had found made far less noise than simply pressing their lips together. Rocking her hips back and forth experimentally, she felt him move around inside of her, hitting all sorts of wonderful-feeling spots. John gave a rock of his own hips, urging her to move as he rubbed soap into the washcloth behind her back.
Jane tilted her head around to angle the other way as John’s tongue fought back against her own, her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands, cold from the soap, grabbed her suddenly, and John began to rub soap all over her, starting with her back.
He came up her shoulders and down her arms, still not breaking their kiss, washing her collarbone and down her sides, where Jane endured the ticklish feeling. Slowing down her gyrating hips, Jane finally broke apart their lips, looking down between them as John trailed the washcloth around her hips and rear, squeezing each cheek before rubbing down her legs, keeping in time with her subtle thrusts.
When he finished with her feet, locked behind him so he could reach them, she sped her rhythm back up as John soaped both his hands up. Sitting up straight, she pressed her chest out towards him as he started at her bellybutton, hands massaging and working their way upwards. Jane struggled to keep her hips in the same time as his hands moved upwards, finally giving in and leaning forward to bite his shoulder gently as he cupped her breasts.
Jane felt her heart soar with excitement as her brother teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, sliding the tip up and down her slit as the water rushed over them. Then, pushing gently, he was sliding inside of her, forcing her slick walls apart. His head flew to her mouth to stifle her cries as she convulsed around him, her legs shaking and sending water droplets everywhere.
John set the pace roughly. Fast and hard, he pounded his hips into hers, driving his thick length all the way into her slick folds, always mindful of the noise their hips made when they came together. Jane, for her part, tried to keep strength in her legs as one of John’s hands rubbed at her clit while he thrust himself against her. She was pretty sure she was on her second or third orgasm, with the buildup from their antics before and after dinner, and found it hard to stop her legs from shaking, or her moans from escaping.
Jane could feel another wave approaching, and John was speeding up, trying to avoid smacking their hips together and creating sound, thrusting himself as far as he dared before pulling out until just the tip remained inside of her. Then the water stopped, leaving them cold and steaming, and they froze, hearts pounding.
Jane looked back at her brother, eyes darting as they listened for anything coming from the main room. They heard the faint sounds of some opera floating in through the not-quite-perfect seal on the bathroom door, and some of their tension eased. Their mother was in her room, opera turned up loud while she read whatever smutty romance novel was ‘in’ on the station.
John let go of Jane’s mouth, putting a finger to his lips as he gently tugged her away from the shower wall. She followed him, keeping him inside of her until he pulled away, sliding out of her and leaving her with a disappointing emptiness and an even more aching need for release. She could see him throbbing, his cock shining slick with her juices as he set out the stool and grabbed the soap and a washcloth.
Grabbing her hand, he sat down on the stool in front of her, and pulled her close until she was straddling his hips, standing over him. Pushing her down, Jane lowered herself onto him slowly, her mouth opening in a silent moan as she locked eyes with him. He watched her with equal intensity, and she could feel him throbbing inside of her, stretching her slightly.
She leaned down into him locking their lips together and forcing her tongue into his mouth, something they had found made far less noise than simply pressing their lips together. Rocking her hips back and forth experimentally, she felt him move around inside of her, hitting all sorts of wonderful-feeling spots. John gave a rock of his own hips, urging her to move as he rubbed soap into the washcloth behind her back.
Jane tilted her head around to angle the other way as John’s tongue fought back against her own, her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands, cold from the soap, grabbed her suddenly, and John began to rub soap all over her, starting with her back.
He came up her shoulders and down her arms, still not breaking their kiss, washing her collarbone and down her sides, where Jane endured the ticklish feeling. Slowing down her gyrating hips, Jane finally broke apart their lips, looking down between them as John trailed the washcloth around her hips and rear, squeezing each cheek before rubbing down her legs, keeping in time with her subtle thrusts.
When he finished with her feet, locked behind him so he could reach them, she sped her rhythm back up as John soaped both his hands up. Sitting up straight, she pressed her chest out towards him as he started at her bellybutton, hands massaging and working their way upwards. Jane struggled to keep her hips in the same time as his hands moved upwards, finally giving in and leaning forward to bite his shoulder gently as he cupped her breasts.
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